My Billionaire Wife

ABRAR’S POV

I could not stop staring at her succulent lips, I was so attracted to it that I had no control over my body and my instinct as I drew my head closer to hers my eyes trained on her lips. Every single nerve on my body was focused on placing my lips on hers.

“Stop” she suddenly said, halting my movement, her palm on my chest.

My eyes instantly left her lips and stared at her eyes to see she had a confused expression on her face as she stared at me like she saw a ghost.

“What happened?” I whispered surprised by her sudden action, just a few moments ago she wanted to kiss me and now she did not.

Her mood change was making me dizzy and the overall mood had shifted drastically so I lifted her off my body and sat down on the ground while she quickly stood up on her feet.

“Did you kiss me before?” She suddenly asked.

I slowly stood up, groaning in panic as I realized I had hit my elbow badly when I fell down trying to protect Zoya from falling down.

I noticed the red bruises on my elbow and I couldn’t help but swear as it hurt like crazy. I was so consumed with lust and with the adrenaline to notice the injury.

“Were you hurt?” She suddenly asked. Looking concerned.

“It’s nothing,” I replied, brushing her off. “Don’t try to be a macho man, you can do that with any other person but not me” she scolded before dragging me to the kitchen counter. She grabbed the first aid kit and applied some ointment before putting on some band-aid to protect the injury.

“That should do it,” she said, closing up the first aid box and keeping it back where it was.

An awkward silence settled in the air as we both refused to look at each other while still seated beside each other.

“About the..” we said together.

“Oh, you go first” she suggested. “No, you go first,” I interjected.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Uhmm okay, so… so I asked if we had kissed before. She asked finally looking at me.

The moment she asked that question the memory of her drunken kiss rushed to my mind.

“Why do you ask?” I asked.

“It’s just that when we were, you know about to do it,” she said looking nervous as she pointed to the ground avoiding the word kiss as much as possible. “When were we about to kiss?” I asked since she could not say it.

“Yes, that,” she responded. “I had like a flashback, it felt so real and I just wanted to confirm,” she said, refusing to look at me.

“I will only tell you if you look at me when I am talking to you,” I said. She then turned around to stare at me, her face devoid of any emotion as she waited for me to answer her question. “Yes you kissed me the night you came home drunk” I finally confessed.

The change in her features was interesting and entertaining to watch as it slowly changed from shock, and embarrassment to anger.

“You mean you kissed me” she stammered, still in shock.

“Well technically you kissed me,” I responded.

“You asshole, you knew I was drunk and took advantage of me. Was…. Was that why you undressed me that night to take advantage of my weak state” she asked.

“Zoya” I scolded her. “I will not tolerate being downgraded like that. I am not that kind of man. I will never take advantage of a woman in her weak state. I will never resort to such means. You came at me and kissed me first and you looked uncomfortable in your dress and I only helped you out. So do not accuse me with no evidence” I snapped.

I found it absurd she thought I could do something like that. He just shows how much she doesn’t trust me and it stung like crazy.

“I kissed you?” She asked. “Yes you did, so it was you who took advantage of me because I did not consent to that kiss” I replied.

She turned around slightly, lowering her head like she was embarrassed. Well, a few seconds ago she was accusing me of all atrocities.

“If I had not asked you would have not told me?” She asked, suddenly turning around to look at me.

“Well since you do not remember I thought it would be best not to bring it up” I replied.

“I am sorry,” she said, shocking me.

“For the kiss,” she said her voice barely above a whisper. She said it like it physically hurt her to refer to the fact that she had kissed me before.

“Just the kiss?” I asked.

“What do you want me to apologize for again?” she snapped.

“Well for accusing me,?” I said.

I watched as the anger she had slowly diffused at my word and she visibly relaxed.

“Oh! I am sorry” she finally said after a moment of awkward silence.

” I will accept that apology but I won’t accept the apology in regard to the kiss,” I said.

“Why?” she asked, a confused expression on her features.

“That is because I do not regret that kiss” I responded standing up from my chair, placing both my hands on each of her sides, entrapping her.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

” Well I have to make sure you do not regret kissing me again and continue from where we stopped a few minutes ago,” I said.

“What?” She said, looking confused. But before I could back down I pushed myself and captured her lips with mine.

I kissed her passionately as she sat still, her eyes wide open. She was surprised by my sudden bold act, and so was I.

I gently released her lips and stared into her eyes. “At least now you will remember the kiss,” I said before walking out of the house.

I stood on the veranda and I took a deep breath. I needed to catch my breath because my heart was beating so fast that I thought I might have a heart attack if it kept on meeting this fast.

It was a cool night but I couldn’t help myself from sweating.

I walked back into the house to see that she was not in the living room and decided to quickly freshen up and go to bed.

“We will be going to my house this weekend,” she said, popping her head from the corner of her bedroom door, surprising me as I gasped in shock at her unexpected entrance.

“Okay,” I replied.

The week was relatively fast, it was just still awkward that I still had to work that close with my ex and the constant attention the new employee Anas was giving Zoya.

“What Is that guy’s problem? He is always trying to be around Zoya. So annoying” I muttered to myself.

“What are you mumbling about?” Kaif asked as he stood beside me munching on a bag of chips.

“I don’t know but something about that boy gives me the ick and he also has the same name as Zoya’s ex” I reported.

“You mean Anas? Well I also noticed the attention he pays to Zoya maybe he is her ex” he said and at that moment it clicked.

Maybe Anas was really Zoya’s ex. I needed to find out.

I approached Anas not wanting to beat around the bush. Although my relationship with Zoya was fake it was only between both of us. Everyone in the office knew she was my wife.

“Anas” I called, drawing his attention. “Yes Mr Abrar, how may I help you?” He asked in a polite tone, but I was not in any mood to be polite to anyone.

“Can we talk in private?” I offered, as we walked to the worker’s lounge which was empty.

“What’s your deal with Zoya?” I asked, going straight to the point as soon as we walked into the lounge.

“What do you mean?” He asked, looking confused.

“I am sure you know she is my wife. I have been noticing the attention you have been giving to my wife and I am not comfortable with that” I said.

“I am aware you are the husband, but I know that what you guys have is not real. Were you not the guy who talked to me on the phone that day? I know you must have trapped her. Zoya can be so emotional and you took advantage of her weakness and married her, right? I am going to expose you” he said, with a smirk on his face.

“You are a coward. I had my doubts about you being the foolish ex, but now that I know, I want you to keep your distance from her or the next time I see you close to her” I said, walking closer to him before I whispered into his ears “I will break every bone in your body” I threatened him.